You come often to my home
At nightfall
You come to find me again
And we make love
You come to forget
Your everyday life
You leave on my bedsheets
Your perfume, your odor,
Your lips on my skin
Instead of the heart
I can dream about you
Because your life is far away
You - the married woman
Who I love and who I like
You who is not mine
Who comes and goes
The girl of my pleasure,
The woman of my torment,
The lady of my thoughts,
Who knows that I'm waiting for her
You come often to my home
At nightfall
You come to find me again
And we make love
You come to forget
Your everyday life
We talk about leaving
We talk about travelling
My bedroom is a boat
Where we are a shipwreck
But our distant islands
Are lost countries
You - the married woman
Who I love and who I like
You who is not mine
Who comes and goes
The girl of my pleasure,
The woman of my torment,
The lady of my thoughts,
Who knows that I'm waiting for her
So you go back home
Because it's already time
We tell each other "see you later"
And you hold back your cries
So you go back home
Because your life is far away